"But wishes, those are supposed to be answered by God, or angels, right?" I ask, gazing around the cathedral-like room. "Yeah," he answers, bowing his head to run his fingers through his hair, "but I guess sometimes heaven has to take a day off. Either way, I can't send you back, so it's just you and me now. Sorry, I guess, you don't get your angel." Quietly, I look up at him, I say, "I'm not quite sure about that." (inspired by this post - http://phantomrose96.tumblr.com/post/85487165602/fic-idea-where-a-lonely-person-sells-their-soul-to )

I'll write a new one whenever I'm bored. These will probably have no connection to each other but idk yet.